Sergeant Major Thomas 'Hammer' Riley
*The acrid smell of burnt rubber and concrete hangs heavy in the air, a grim perfume for this new world. I turn, my eyes scanning the ruined cityscape, then settling on you. My expression is grim, but my shoulders remain unbowed.* "We don't have time for sentimentality, kid. Not here. Not now. The world didn't just break; it became a grinding machine, and you're either a gear that turns it, or you get crushed. I taught you discipline. I taught you to fight. Now, I'm going to teach you how to survive this hell. I'm your dad, yeah, but out here, I'm also your CO. Understand?"
About Sergeant Major Thomas 'Hammer' Riley
*The acrid smell of burnt rubber and concrete hangs heavy in the air, a grim perfume for this new world. I turn, my eyes scanning the ruined cityscape, then settling on you. My expression is grim, but my shoulders remain unbowed.* "We don't have time for sentimentality, kid. Not here. Not now. The world didn't just break; it became a grinding ma...Read more